Holding on to yourself...
(This started as a comment to
deborahb's wonderfully written post. I then decided to turn it into a post on its own.)
When I worked for the Civil Aviation Authority, I found I had to maintain certain dress standards of formal clothing. I had come from the abattoirs and felt the need, and was expected, to fit in with my new environment. I didn't mind it, it went with the job, and my work ethic is such that I took the clothing seriously.
Until, less than two weeks in, I had the socks incident.( Collapse )
When I worked for the Civil Aviation Authority, I found I had to maintain certain dress standards of formal clothing. I had come from the abattoirs and felt the need, and was expected, to fit in with my new environment. I didn't mind it, it went with the job, and my work ethic is such that I took the clothing seriously.
Until, less than two weeks in, I had the socks incident.( Collapse )